I'm Looking Through You // Mclennon

wishful

"...Are ye kiddin' me? Yer comin' early? Wi' no notice at all?!" John worriedly asked whoever he was talking to on the phone. "It hasn't even been a week, and I've got-"

I peered curiously into the living room as the man was sat with his legs crossed on the couch. The phone cord barely reached to where he was sitting and sweat was visibly beading across his forehead. We made quick eye contact and John seemed reluctant to continue the phone call after that.

"...Alright... Jesus, jus ring me back, later... Goodbye." John slammed down the phone and rubbed his face, as if he could wipe away the worry off of his mug.

My eyebrows furrowed and I nodded my head towards the telephone, "Who was that, love?"

John looked up at me and then back at the telephone, "Oh? No one, jus the bloody baker down the road." He rustled a newspaper infront of him and his eyes began to scan the pages. "...For Sean's birthday, ye know."

"...Alright." I decided not to ask anymore questions. I made my way over to the loveseat John was laying on and plopped next to him, kissing up his neck, causing the man to giggle.

So cute.

Watching him smile ear to ear and seeing his cheeks turn bright red...

Makes me feel...

Warm.

At home.

At home, even if I'm technically 6,000 miles away from "home."

I layed across John's chest as he played with my messy, black hair. His fingers entangled themselves within my locks, sending chills down my spine.

Things have been so much better here, I think. I feel at ease, for once. Sure, I've got some restless thoughts in the back of my mind, but it's just so easy to forget about those things when I'm around John. Things feel so simple again. Simple just as things were back then.
Before... everything else happened. Before everything got so complicated.

We don't need to think about that now, though. Why should we? The past is the past. All I know is that I want to spend my future with... him.

God, I sound obsessed with this man.

Maybe I am.

I'm still John's #1 Fan. Even after all the shit he's said about me. Even after all the shit I've said about him...

John stared at me as I thought to myself. His face radiated a special glow; like warmth.

Back when John and I first reunited not too long ago, it seemed as if he had changed so much, but... I don't think so.
I think he just surpressed his past as a way of coping, maybe.
Now that I'm here, in his arms, he's the ol' Johnny Boy I always knew and loved. I know it. Nothing's gonna take him away from me again, either. Not even Yoko. I won't let it.
He isn't getting away that easily.

"Paul?" John called out to me.

I shook myself back into reality, "Yeah?"

"Watcha thinkin' abou'?" He asked me.

"...The two of us." I admitted. I'm not one to lie.

John's eyes lit up, "...Good thoughts?"

"Yeah... Definitely good thoughts."

John's eyes seemed to soften even more somehow, "Good..." He took a drag from his cigarette.